six word saturday

Well, this is very late! But it's not my fault! I had to work today, so yeah... I suppose I could've scheduled it, but that just wouldn't describe my Saturday very well then, would it?

Is that burning food I smell?

and

Go check out my new blog!

ahem... it's rooftop harmonies

Now I gotta run and check on dinner! Have a great weekend!

deal breakers

So on Monday my bloggy friend, Supah posted some dealbreakers. You know, like the character, Liz Lemon, from 30 Rock.

Picture from msnbc.com  

1. If he has a giant blinking spinner belt buckle, yeah, that's a deal breaker!

2. If he loves likes anime, definite deal breaker!

3. If he has a mullet, then just say no! 

(unless of course, he is Mario Lopez. Then you could date him whether he has any deal breakers or not)

4. If he has a yin yang tattoo of any kind, just say no. 

5. If he has one of those nasty long goatees, just run away! It's a deal breaker!

6. If he loves to dress like a ranchero band member, well, that's just a deal breaker there. 

b.t.w. this is the "Banda Machos"

7. If he has ever worn a speedo, yeah, it's not going to work...

Well, I was going to put 10 of them, but I can't think of 10, so 7 will have to do.

i did it!

So I have two major things to report in this post (yes, this is the second post of the day, sorry)


First--I have met a major life goal! I have 20 followers to this blog! Ok, ok, so maybe that doesn't qualify as a major life goal, but I'm still pretty stoked about it. So thanks, Amber. And if you've been following me forever, I'm sorry. Ha ha! Just kidding. All you who have stuck it out with me are the best! I've really enjoyed getting to know you through your blogs and getting your encouragement, luuuuv, and generally good feelings on what would otherwise be my sad-sack diary (written on paper, no less. gasp!). I'm glad for all you who have read my heart, stuck in my corner through the craptacular days, and patted me on the back in the rockin' awesome ones! You're the bomb-diggity (that's what my mom says, along with "whatev" lol).


Second--I started a sister blog to this one. It's called rooftop harmonies and it will contain only poetry. I really have to give Ebony the credit for inspiring this one, even though I'm sure she didn't know it. I have loved to write poetry for years and I have notebooks full of it, but I haven't posted much in this blog and I've kind of laid off on the poems. But when I saw Ebony's kid poetry site, it reminded me how much I love to write poems. Hence the new blog. Go check it out at www.rooftopharmonies.blogspot.com And no, Ebony did not ask me to promote her new site. I just thought it rocked, so there!

tidbits from lunch break

Shhh... I'm on lunch break and I'm trying to hurry up and relax. I'm so ready for winter to be over so I can leave the plant on my lunch breaks again. When it's this cold, I don't even venture outside, if I don't have to. I can't wait to spend my breaks in the beautiful, sunny park again. That was the life!

So yesterday I learned something I had not heretofore known about one of my followers. D'Mama is actually my mama! I always wondered why I was the only blog she followed... Well, there is a good reason for that! She's my mom and I never knew. (Wait, that sounds scandalous, like a soap opera. Anyway, you know what I meant.) And when I read her insightful comments on my posts, almost as if she knew me, it was because she did know me, does know me. Gosh, I felt like a doofus when she told me that was her user name. hahaha

Well, I really don't have anything interesting to say right now. Don't you hate it when you have a blog post running through your head all day and then when you go to type it out, it just disappears! That is exactly what has been happening to me lately. So if you notice that my posts lack a certain amount of their normal "flavor" it's because of my forgetfulness. Once again, I blame all of this on winter. I may have something great running through my mind, but as soon as I step outside, all I can think about is getting warm. Then by the time I am back to the comforts of my dear apartment, I have forgotten my splendid idea. Am I crazy, or does this happen to everybody?

Since I really have nothing further to say, I think I'll just rest my head on the desk and try to get a moment of snooze.

sticky note tuesday... pretty late

I forgot that it was Tuesday. I always do. Grrrr... Of course I had no access to a computer yesterday anyway. It's not my fault. It's Minnesota's fault! I got stuck in my work-town.

its over

The season has ended for our dear Vikings. I watched every agonizing moment of the game and the verdict is in. Sudden death overtime did not help the Vikes as the Saints scored the final points needed to win the championship game with a field goal.

I now know there's a reason why I never watch football. I can't handle the intensity. It's too much for me. I was throwing pillows at the TV, screaming, rolling around on the floor in agony... I know. If you think that's bad, you should see me at a live volley-ball game. Of course, there I am obligated to control myself.

Well, I've had enough of this already. Time for bed. Good job, Vikings. Good job, Favre (even though the stupid Saints were unnecessarily brutal to you). I'm hanging up my purple and gold... until next year.

In honor of the Viking's game today, I'm going to do this post in yellow lettering. Purple is officially cooler, but it wouldn't really show up against my background, so yellow it is! GO VIKES!

Having said that, I will now move on to the actual subject of this post.

Has it ever just struck you how much you truly have and the stark contrast between the living conditions of the western world and the rest of the world? It happens to me all the time. Take today, for instance. I went to Perkins with Italian Roomy. We both got big ol' sandwiches with a heaping side of fries. I finished my sandwich, but I was too full to eat all of the fries. There's no reason to force feed myself, so I just threw the rest away. And that's when it hit me. I have so much that I throw perfectly good things away.

Anyway, it's something that comes to my mind a lot. I have experienced American "poverty." But in comparison with the rest of the world, our poverty is so rich. Don't get me wrong, I'm not belittling people's situations. There are a lot of Americans who are genuinely struggling. But our struggles rarely include painful hunger or lack of basic necessities. I guess it's this whole disaster that's happening in Haiti that's bringing it back into my mind. There are two million people who have lost everything. It's hard to imagine.

What do you love about your life? What is your biggest material blessing? What is your smallest?